Name: Martin Neale
Age: 19
Race: White
Height: 5ft. 9 in.
Weight: 145 lbs.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Country of Origin: Liberty
System of Origin: Colorado
Notes: Seems analytical in regards to self and others, has problems with communication at times, but otherwise has all the qualities of someone his age.
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ooc note: at the earliest, the third post below this one is at the proper posting date coinciding to when it happened on the server. Then again, sometimes I do not update the journal until later, as in the eighth entry is about a week late, although I did only get the ship right then.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
Finnaly, I was able leave Colorado for the first time. I was for so long stuck on my home planet, but now I can see what there is out there. My first trip was to see the heart of Liberty, but I saw corruption. While I was traveling, not too far did I see police then when I was attacked by criminals. I saw the rich world of Manhattan and then the slave labor used in the Texas system to feed this wealth.
It is sickening, they preach liberty and economic freedom, yet then turn around and gain prosperity by exploiting those less fortunate. Soon I'll prove to them that this can't go on.
Second entry
Ever since I aquired the bomber, it has become so much easier to hunt them. It took only a day to get her, but I have already broken her in with only another day of flight. The space lanes I have finnaly figured out, and things are looking good.
It has been two days now that I have struck against Liberty Police forces and high corporate targets. I act alone, but I am starting to wonder if I am really doing anything other than releasing my anger. It makes me feel empowered, but I am not actually solving anything. Am I a terrorist? Perhaps, but I always have let live the pilots once I destroyed thier ships, even the criminals.
With every kill comes a greater sense of power. I can't always save them, but I try. I have left more than one criminal in space floating away, but when they ambush me do they not deserve it? Soon I will try to capture a Liberty Navy Pilot. That will show them.
Third Entry
Today was scary. I managed to capture a Liberty Navy Pilot, and proceeded to Rhienland to New Berlin to turn him over. I also captured 7 (or was it 8?) criminals on the way that were a thorn to Rhienland on the way. I almost was caught by Liberty forces with their pilot, but made it to New Berlin. After contacting some of the Rhienland military forces, I handed over the criminals and Navy pilot. Upon transfering them, the criminals were taken in and the pilot was killed imediately.
It was done so cooly and quickly that I realized how far in I was. When I revealed that I was born on the outskirts of Liberty, they told me it was a bold move to openly say it. I only responded. "Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is." After all that I had heard of them from the past, I decided I wanted to join them.
I am young, and they may be willing. I feared them and respected them at the same time. Essentialy, I was told that in time if I prove to be helpful, it may come, but that it must be great proof indeed. Apparently Liberty has been using double agents against them.
I then explored more of what I didn't already see of Rhienland on previous visits. On seeing some of the deeper systems, I noticed something. Rhienland is dying. Her minerals are depleted, and many uprisings are all over the place, but her military is strong. She makes use of what she has, and is still great. If she falls, it will be a long and bitter struggle. She won't fall easy. It was almost deppressing seeing people in this state, but it was tempered with the fact that once resources are aquired, the people's lives will again be comfortable.
Like Rhienland, I hate Liberty. To be part of Rhienland would mean that I would be able to have someone by my side in taking down that nationm but to do this, I must first earn Rhienland's military's trust given my place of birth and raising. Until I can find a way, I will continue to raid alone and complete contracts for the Rhienland police and forces.
Fourth entry
It has been a week now since I started my attacks on Liberty and her corperations. I actually have found that doing so has generated alot of income recently, and I think I am now considered a 'pirate'. HA! Who would of thought? If only father could see me now! But he is still away fighting for corruption. He used to talk so much about how great Liberty was. I guess it was all a lie. Of whatever that battle was that he may of been a hero of, I do not care. He is dead to me, along with the rest of Liberty. What I saw those few days in the Texas system and on Manhattan, I won't forget. How could he fight for that?
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
I tried to pirate today, I failed. All though I am making money, some repairs have sent me back. I do not know what all to do. I've heard some about a group called The Legion of the Damned, but also about a group called the Hellfires. The Legion is driven purely for profit, apparently a group of ex military from Gallia turned into a gang of highwaymen. The Hellfires are dedicated to cleaning out corruption in Liberty, and this more falls in line with what I have seen.
I'm still not sure at this point of what to do. Why destroy Liberty when I can save it? Is there any real reason to? I was so consumed by anger at first that I didn't think of that, I didn't think it could be done. But being rich, it feels so good and with money I can do so much. Do I go where I first wanted to, or do I go for the money?
I do not know at this point, but I aim to find out.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
Sixth Entry
The more I think about it, the more I realize that it isn't worth it. It isn't worth going for money. As I have raided and raided Liberty, I realize I am really not doing anything. Sure, I can strike it rich, but what then? Why be part of anything less than true might? True power? Criminals, pirates, they care nothing but for money. I want more than that.
The news hasn't hit home yet of what I have been doing, or am about to do. When my family learns of what has happened, I will surely be disowned, but I don't care. My eyes have been opened, and I am no longer blind to Liberty's lies.
Today, I apply for the Rhienland Military.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
I have finished sending in all appropriate information for my application I believe. I do not know what lays ahead for me, but I think the journey will be worth it. As far as I know my family do not know what has become of me. I actually forgot about them when I got so caught up in all this travel. Has it only been a month?!
They most likely think I am dead. No doubt my father will try and ask around from a few old friends if they can figure out if I am out here somewhere... that probably isn't good. I have no idea how he will react to what I have done when he learns. Perhaps one day I will see him again, but it certainly will not be civil, and one of us will not leave alive. I pray the one that lives is me.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
I am sorry I have neglected to write in here for so long, but I was accepted, accepted! I am now starting to fly in the Rheinland Military. I finally got a ship up in the sky today and all. Soon I will be killing my former countrymen and exacting revenge on Liberty! Oh! I wonder if father has heard of what I have done yet! When I get the chance I will look into it, but for now, I must celebrate!
For the Fatherland!
Ninth Entry
I went on my first mission today, but it was plagued with my failure. That ship I had must of been flawed. When we set out my auto-pilot didn't break off when needed, or dock when necessary. We went on a fairly secret mission, one which I do not wish to write down here due to its nature. I do not know what the actual intent of it was, but least to say it was exciting, that was, until I was shot down.
On the way back to the Fatherland I was caught by LSF, and I was pounded, hard. I quickly used up all my flares, and I began to lose my bearings. My ship stalled, and I almost died, that is when I first become confused and lost my sense of direction. I didn't see any of my fellow Rheinlanders in sight, and I didn't know how many Liberterons were on me. I think it was no more than three, but it felt like 8.
As soon as the second time my ship stalled, it was destroyed, and I ejected with my pod. I do not know what became of the mission, in fact, I do not remember much beyond my ship blowing up. I don't even know for sure if my ship stalled, I think. I took a blow to the head near the first stall, maybe I got a concussion? I hit it off of something in the ship... something was definitely wrong with that ship.
I'm starting to regain full awareness again, but it is still a little hazy. I just hope the others made it out all right. At least I am back at Hamburg.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
It has been a good while since I was accepted into the Rheinland Military. So far nothing too exciting has happened, but I hope to change that soon. I need to finish acquiring a few more subtle upgrades before I am assigned a new mission. Since the destruction of that first craft, I have been more cautious. Later today I shall take a trip to New Berlin System to upgrade my ship's ID from my Recruit one to the Military one. I'm short on cash so I think I can try and see if I can take some jobs on the side to get the right Armor upgrade as well... The one I was given was somehow Lost. Just my luck.
It is strange, before I really didn't have these mishaps. I think perhaps that I am being too nervous, anxiety has never really been my thing. Perhaps I am not as great as I had once thought; damn arrogance on my side. Then again perhaps I'm just a touch of a clumsy guy. Just a touch.
Eleventh Entry
I am not sure how to start this, so here it goes. I went on a mission today and met Admiral Alec. When he first contacted me he looked at my name and asked me where I was from. He seemed disappointed at my origins, and my heart sank in fear for a few moments. He said that he would look at my papers, but I was frightened I would be expelled from the military for a second. Didn't I receive word that the High Command had to approve my unique request? And didn't they do so? That is, accept it?
If by some chance I was sent back to Liberty, I couldn't go, not now. I am a terrorist there and I committed treason several times. Murder of over two dozen Navy Pilots, countless law officers and Liberty House traders, I couldn't go back, not now.
Not to mention my Father, I bet right now he is freaking out, unless he still does not know. Surely he has found out by now. My mother is probably devastated, but what do I care? No, I care, still, I think. Why was I blinded for so long?! All the lies and deceit, it was so bright, that it would burn out the eyes of perception and starve me into oblivion until nothing was left but the echoing chaos of my soul! Haha, that was a bit poetic for me I guess.
Anyway, Admiral Alec gave me funds to upgrade my ship's equipment properly, and now I am on par with my fellow pilots. We engaged Red Hessians today, and won. The Admiral then took me to Altenburg where I am now, writing this. Earlier in the day we also engaged Red Hessians, but we lost and were driven off. A lot of pilots seemed to break off from orders and it spilled our death on that battle. We lost.
All in all, it was quite some day. We lost a battle, I was scared senseless and almost completely froze up when the Admiral asked me about where I was from, then we won a battle. Yep, I'd say it was one hell of a day.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
Twelfth
I met up with Manstien on the end of his patrol today. Again, I run into him. Strange fate would have it that way. He didn't remember the encounter from months ago before I was in the military, but I guess all is well for now.
On the first trade lane we ran into Hessians pirating, we killed two, and the other two fled. While we were victorious, I think that I might not be lacking somewhat still. I think I am improving, but that's just it, I have a good ways to go. The battle was long and hard on me, but I got the job done. For the Fatherland. Now though, I must rest, my bed calls to me.
Thirteenth Entry
I wrote up and sent in the report this morning. I didn't revise that much, and had many images from the battle that I did not need. It wasn't the best, but very little happened, and I do not know what else I really should of put. I did revise some important details and add others I forgot to mention, made sure everything was consistent, ect ect.
It is getting late now, and soon I will need to rest. I've felt drained lately. I've been thinking of home. Do they still care? Do they yet know? Tomorrow I will try and find out what I can. perhaps I can somehow find some news from 'home' in Denver. Ha! I called it home, this new place is my home now. I can't wait to find out how much my father freaked when he learned. I only hope I am not too late by that time however...
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
A couple of days ago me, another Fliger, and Manstein were nearby in New Berlin, I picked up hostiles and it turned out one of them he knew from some previous encounters. An enemy of the state he referred to as "doc". After a heated discussion we engaged, but after a while we lost the other Fliger and I picked up his pod. I was ordered to retreat after a while, and eventually the insurrectionist got away. I would write more, but I do not care to nor do I want to, it is something I would rather forget and do not have the time to write.
I will write more later today perhaps, it depends if I have enough time after I go patrolling. Hopefully today will go more smoothly than last time.
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
It has been weeks, or months, since I last saw this device work. While making sweeps through a system I became stranded on an apparently uninhabited planet. Now that this is working, I can record any significant events that might happen, should I die and my Rhienland craft eventually found.
I have managed to find some food and water, but I can not generate an S.O.S. yet, the military probably thinks I deserted by now. If I am ever found, it will be miraculous.
Damn Red Hessians!
Where I was born was not my choice, but where I want to be, and what, is.
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